we live in a world someone else imagined
”And so does Azrael. I know you’ll be a good one.” Ronin smiled lightly to Bastien. For a second, if he wasn’t looking, he could imagine the weight of the baby in his arms as Aoife when she had been much younger. It was a comforting thing, and something he found himself unconsciously relaxing into as they spoke. Which was probably a good state of mind to be in, given the nature of the conversation, and Ronin nodded sadly.
”I’ve been there,” he murmured. ”I found it helpful to make things that I could tell Aoife about later. Paintings of Vanya, things that belonged to her. That way she’d be able to grow up knowing about her mother, sharing pieces of her, even if she couldn’t really meet her.” Then of course the guildhall had burned and those memories along with it. Then he’d lost his daughter, too.
Swallowing down the tightness in his throat, Ronin raised his eyes to Bastien. ”I was tasked to stay out all night and protect everyone I could. I... couldn’t protect everyone. The things that happened... things I saw...” He shuddered. ”Safrin is doing what she can. But I don’t know if she will be successful in convincing Ludo.”
”I’ve been there,” he murmured. ”I found it helpful to make things that I could tell Aoife about later. Paintings of Vanya, things that belonged to her. That way she’d be able to grow up knowing about her mother, sharing pieces of her, even if she couldn’t really meet her.” Then of course the guildhall had burned and those memories along with it. Then he’d lost his daughter, too.
Swallowing down the tightness in his throat, Ronin raised his eyes to Bastien. ”I was tasked to stay out all night and protect everyone I could. I... couldn’t protect everyone. The things that happened... things I saw...” He shuddered. ”Safrin is doing what she can. But I don’t know if she will be successful in convincing Ludo.”
the dark star
